I just want to start my emails any way I bloody well like, stop telling me what to do, just because it made you happy OMG I’M HUNGRY AREN’T I? ?

In all seriousness, number 17 should be emblazoned upon more places. On the tops of coffees in cinnamon. On passing t-shirts. Shaved into the backs of cats you’re casually chatting to in the street. It’s a useful reminder.

You’re just like the wisest woman I know with all your awesome posts at the moment. Life is being a right pain right now for me and I feel like you need to just share all your wisdom with me. With brunch. Plz?!